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The other night I was watching television with my Smart Man, and a commercial came on. On the rare occasions when we actually watch "live" TV as opposed to our DVR, I usually tune out the commercials.

In this case, however, something caught my attention. It was one of those life insurance commercials where you "can't be turned down for ANY REASON." What caught my attention was the opening gambit - "If you were born between 1923 and 1968..."

I was born between 1923 and 1968, and it inspired the following conversation between me and my Smart Man:

Janiece: [aghast] Did you hear that??

Smart Man: What?

J: [horrified] What the hell do they mean, "If you were born between 1923 and 1968?"

SM: [starts to chuckle]

J: [appalled] I am way too young to be eligible for "you can't be turned down" life insurance!

SM: [starts to shake with suppressed laughter]

J: That is just so wrong. On so many levels.

SM: [continues to shake with laughter, possibly inducing a hernia]

J: You're going to hurt yourself if you don't settle down. And it would serve you right.

SM: [shakes head, still shaking with laughter, burying his face in his hand]

J: You think this is funny, but it's not.

SM: Oh, it is. It really is. You're just so...outraged.

It may help to know that my Smart Man was not born between 1923 and 1968.

But, my 73 yo mom is amazing, she swims competitively, runs agility competitions w/ her Aussie, is a fabulous carpenter and craftsperson, and manages her mini-farm. So, if I'm going to be categorized with what I thought was my mom's generation - I'm in darn good company.

About Me

I am a Hot Chick living in Castle Rock, CO with my fabulous family. We have a rescue dog named "Jackson," and she's a Basenji/Shepherd mix. She's something of a head case, but we love her. I'm a U.S. Navy vet, and I currently work as an Enterprise Solutions Architect, specializing in VoIP and multimedia contact center design. I care about social justice, libraries, science, the U.S. Constitution and the military. I'm a tax and spend liberal in a largely red county, but I try not to be stabby about it. I knit for charity. Stupidity, cupidity and wanton assholery piss me off, and I'm more than a little soft when it comes to dogs and those who serve others. I blog about whatever I feel like. I use foul language, so if that sort of thing offends you, feel free to fuck off now - if I'm unwilling to clean up my language for my fabulous Great Auntie Margie, I'm unlikely to do so for you. Newcomers are welcome here, especially those who disagree with me, but trolling and spamming will be met with the Shovel of Doom™.